EVERYDAY MIRACLES

POSTED BY: AMBER ANGEL

I am fortunate to see miracles. Some big ones. Some little ones. 

I've also been privileged to be part of miracles, and will be sharing some of those on this blog once a week. I hope this will become a positive part of your week, as these miracles have brightened my own days. 

I was going to start this series with something else, but this morning my little white dog took yet another unauthorized tour of the neighborhood. I have to take some responsibility for that as strong winds blew down the large wooden gates in our back fence a few weeks ago. At that time, I also discovered the boards were rotting--no badly yet, but not very sturdy. My sons and I propped these up until I could buy new panels for the gates and do a permanent fix. 

In the meantime, my little white dog is very clever as well as adventurous. So he's taken a couple more of those unauthorized tours of our neighborhood. He doesn't go far and he will come home, but it's a worry when he's out and about. He doesn't look both ways before he crosses the street and he chases cats without doubt they will run from him. 

So it's been a miracle he hasn't been hit by a vehicle or hasn't had his face scarred by a cat that won't run.

Beyond that, his ability to run and chase cats is also a miracle. 

He was picked up as a stray several years ago. He'd been living on the streets with a broken leg for what the vet figured was several months. When she performed the miracle surgery to repair that leg, she removed a piece of bone that had been completely broken off from the rest of his leg bone and fashioned a joint out of the remaining cartilage.This surgery was fairly new then--probably still considered experimental. 

Then he came to me as a foster dog while his leg healed. When I took him back for a check-up five weeks after surgery, the vet said she hadn't never seen such progress until five or six months after surgery, and asked what I had been doing with him. I kinda mumbled something about the therapy exercises she had prescribed and Reiki, which is an ancient practice of channeling the energy that is all around us to help the body heal. 

She said keep it up, but still didn't think he would ever regain full range of motion or strength in that leg. 

Needless to say, he does have full range of motion and strength in his leg--which comes in handy when he wants to take unauthorized tours of the neighborhood to chase cats. :)

Yes, I adopted that little white foster dog and, though I get angry when he takes off, it's more worry about his well-being and being outsmarted. Until we can fix the fence, my little white miracle dog is going to be spending a lot of his life in the time-out room. But he's home and safe, a reminder I live with miracles everyday.

Do you have a pet miracle story you'd like to share? 

P.S. My little white dog became one of the characters in my novella, "St. Batzy and the Time Machine." I know if I had a time machine in my back yard, he would some how find a way to take it for an unauthorized tour of history!